Iam Lécole Du Micro Dargent English Translation song by Genius English Translations from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is English Translation, Rap, French Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Iam Lécole Du Micro Dargent English Translation Meaning
| [[IAM – L’École du micro d’argent/ English Translation] [Intro] The school of the silver mic The school of the silver mic The school of the silver mic The school of the silver mic The school of the silver mic The school of the silver mic The school of the silver mic The school of the silver mic [Verse 1 – Shurik’N] Sitting cross-legged it’s been hours I’m meditating On my mountain and I can’t clear my mind I focus on my diaphragm, intensify my energy Awaken the beast who in my soul is crouching I’ve just finished the preparation of my mental They will taste the unmatchеd style of the serval Thе four winds blow increases my power tenfold Long months of work have exacerbated my senses I create an intern disequilibrium on purpose So the Yang side becomes the dominant one The feet firmly put down roots I draw the last forces of the wet nurse nature I lead the troops into battle to defeat The plywood warriors of the School of the Wooden Mic Our banner flying on the Tsunami’s summit Proudly announcing the charge of the school of the silver mic In the heart of the battle I spread terror when I’m hitting with the thrust and the edge I feel the feline sense taking over me At this stage, only blood gives me pleasure My claws engrave the Empire colors Bigger than the one of Alexander, of which I am a defensor , [Chorus] The school of the silver mic The school of the silver mic, I represent The school of the silver mic The school of the silver mic, I represent The school of the silver mic The school of the silver mic, I represent The school of the silver mic The school of the silver mic, I represent [Verse 2 – Akhenaton] My saber sparkles, I’m meditating, hunkered down under a weeping willow tree’s branches I defend the honor of my school, son The third eye scrutinizes the ground, the tactic To use, to wipe the enemi out, static Physically, the stealthy moves Of my mind’s essence elaborate the bases of my strategy So I rise up in the clinkings, covered with arms I have an entire army under my charm Ready to die, to the glory of my flag I have assemble the clique, valiant barbarian warriors Double-quick, I have send the letters packing Chasing the traitors, in accordance with my masters teachings I am tirelessly spitting cinders And will continue the massacres until the name of A.K.H becomes legend Because the soldier, alpha warrior, is deft And is now launching the assault on the the School of the Wooden Mic The battle has begun, here the thrust comes From a war expert, valiant practitionner of the Martian arts Appointed to put an end to this horror Such is my labor, you know whose honor I defend , [Chorus] The school of the silver mic The school of the silver mic, I represent The school of the silver mic The school of the silver mic, I represent The school of the silver mic The school of the silver mic, I represent The school of the silver mic The school of the silver mic, I represent] |
